Archive for July, 2008

The Finest Man on the Planet, Ryan Gosling, has started DJing Tuesday nights at the Green Door Lounge in Hollywood. (It’s jazz night. He loves jazz. I read that somewhere.) And guess who turned up to support him on the very first night of his new gig? His former girlfriend (ex sounds so final), the lovely and talented Rachel McAdams.Reports People.com: “They really looked like good pals. He seemed happy to see her.” Does that mean there’s hope for these two? Please tell me there’s hope! After the Matt and Shayne fiasco, I need to believe again…

So, about that ring. The $65,000 2.85-carat Tacori platinum-and-diamond eternity ring that Matt “If I’m being honest” Grant presented Shayne “Monkey” Lamas on The Bachelor finale (When was that? Feels like it happened in 2002, but I think it was like…May.) Anyway, Shayne totally told People.com that she was keeping the ring. And not just keeping it—–preserving it like an artifact, a la Miss Havisham. (There really should be a Bachelor-couplings-gone-wrong exhibit at the Smithsonian. It could also include: Jenn Schefft’sBetter Single Than Sorry book, Bob Guiney’s “promise ring,” Mary Delgado’s mug shot, and a whole bunch of Us Weekly “SPLIT!” covers.) (more…)

Sheesh, kids. I don’t know what to say at this point. I’m even finding it hard to feel surprised or outraged. The post-finale break-up has become just another tired Bachelor ritual, like the hometown dates and the roses. And it’s hard to believe Matt and Monkey actually “tried hard to make it work.” They haven’t been together long enough to really try hard, don’t you think?

I really, really hope DeAnna and Jesse fare better. Am I a fool to believe? Most likely.

On last night’s three-hour (Lord!) wrap-up of The Bachelorette, DeAnna chose pro snowboarder Jesse Csincsak of Colorado (he of the pink shoelaces) to be her future husband and the father of her impending brood. I’m happy. (Sorry, that’s the best I can come up with at 2 a.m. after three hours of Chris Harrison’s yapping.) But Jeremy came back! Then, later, Jason came back! And “happy Bachelor couple” Matt Grant and Monkey! In the meantime, former Bachelor Andrew Firestone got married last weekend. Woah, we have a lot to discuss.The good news is that I’m unemployed so I can talk about this stuff all day, yo. In the meantime: What did you think of DeAnna’s decision?

As you know, I haven’t been blogging The Bachelorette (just watching those two hour episodes take a lot of out me!). But I will be blogging about Monday’s big finale. It’s been a very exciting season. Even last week’s The Men Tell All (usually a throwaway in the build-up to the last episode) made for gripping television. I was proud of DeAnna for not taking any crap, though she came off as kind of shrill. She’s shown the same no-nonsense attitude throughout the season, and previously, when she had to confront Brad Womack on After The Final Rose. As Brad squirmed through her relentless questions about his motives, I wrote in my notes: It might not work out with Brad, but this girl has a future as an investigative reporter!

There’s an interview with Jeremy“Perfect” Anderson over at realitytvworld.com and his take on DeAnna’s attitude was less charitable: “She’s normally really, really sweet to everybody and some of the comments she was making on The Men Tell All were very off for her,” he said. “Maybe she was just in a different mood or she’s ready to be over with everything. I don’t know. But she definitely was not her normal overly-nice self.”

I say: It’s got to be tough to be confronted by a room full of guys with bruised egos (especially guys now banding together like some sort of Fraternity for the Broken-Hearted. It definitely felt like they were ganging up on her.) DeAnna came out swingin.’ Atta girl.

Even though I poked fun, I think it was apparent in my posts that I felt a good deal of sympathy for former teen idol Corey Haim. His rise. His fall. His struggle to scratch and crawl his way back—well, it all made my heart ache a bit. Especially the above Variety ad, which struck me as so hopeful, yet so clueless.

But that was last week. This week, I lost my job. This week, I’m unemployed. Now I feel differently. Now I feel empathy. Now I look at that Variety ad and think, yes, Corey Haim, I feel you. I, too, am ready to work. It’s a damn shame you filled your assistant position so quickly.